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He was running late and slicked back his hair with a lick and a promise, tucked the contraband into his shirt pocket, shot his cuffs then strode confidently toward the reflective view of himself, and the mountains behind, knowing the doors would open automatically to a calm oasis.

Normally, he would have slowed to marvel at the semilunar shape of this ‘extreme engineered’ architectural wonder on the southern peninsula of Antwerp, with the silver pools seemingly pouring their gleaming mercury into the surrounding ocean, but there was not time today. He had business to conduct.

The ‘Chameleon’, as he thought of himself, blended into the European business community seamlessly, through years of studying the art of camouflage and subterfuge, being who he was not. He breathed deep, achieving a perfect state of ataraxia, the calmness settling his body and mind. He anticipated this meeting for 12 days and was ready to take control of his life.

Knowing the zeitgeist of past generations was on his side, inspired him to push the button for the 101st floor. His Grandfather once owned this property and rightfully it should belong to him, and he was not adverse to reaping the profits of his wife’s lifelong labour. Serendipity played a major role in his recent discovery and he believed all things happened for a reason. He was about to regain his inheritance and much more importantly his social status.

March 12th was an unusual day and one he planned to celebrate for the next 50 or so decades! Usually his wife’s secretary would have filed the paperwork immediately, with her odious praxis of neatness and efficiency and he would never have been the wiser. He was not above snooping through the papers on her desk, given the chance and it was his good fortune she was called to an emergency meeting of the master minds. Privately, he called his wife, her sister and their secretary the ‘EMOMM’s’. They were forever holding emergency meetings. The invoice did not match the order and now he knew how they were funding their enormous building costs. Finding the key to the apartment though, was pure genius on his part.

When the phone call came at 7 am this morning, it produced a mantic sense of power knowing his plan was coming together. She was waiting with the money. ‘LOM’! He was a master at coining acronyms and every sign, name or phrase was fodder for his brain. YKWIM - ‘You Know What I Mean’ was his latest and greatest. Right now, “Lots of Money” was exactly what he wanted, what he would take to reimburse himself for the supposed error which cost him his inheritance. And he had the goods to deliver, but more importantly he had the key.

He stepped out of the elevator and was greeted by the secretary as though she had never met him. So, the subterfuge was working. With his hair darkened, a slight change here and there to the facial features, the right clothing, the ‘air’ of the professional businessman, et voila, he was the ‘Chameleon’. She offered him coffee and the sapid flavor of the strong savory brew reinforced his feeling of power and strength.

As the secretary went back to her desk, excusing herself to answer the phone, he sauntered to the window to admire the view. Surreptitiously, he pulled from his shirt pocket the cellophane wrapped package of halva and casually dropped it into the fruit bowl on the sideboard. The key was solidly embedded in the honey coated sesame seed confection.

He was so brilliant, he complimented himself - they’d never notice it, but the cops would once he suggested where to look. They’d find it, and when they went to the apartment they’d find everything necessary to put the EMOMM’s in an extremely tight spot - an 8 x 10 foot spot in the State prison.

I seem to have such a fascination with anything ‘pirate’! Give me an eye patch, a hat or a flag and I’ll be embarrassing you to death.

Sean invited me to play ‘Pirates’ on Facebook so that’s my newest obsession. I’ve been collecting booty, digging up coins on deserted islands, raiding enemy islands and hanging out in the tavern gambling my coins, then sailing the seven seas in search of adventure.

Only problem is, Sean abandoned me when I bombed him and stole his coins. He said the pirate game is too slow for him - HA - he doesn’t want his ship sunk by this scurvy wench!!!

Will you play pirates with me? Aaaaarrrrrrrrr!

Answer these questions correctly and win a cool prize! Be sure to put the answers in ‘answer form’!

1. What is my middle name?

2. What do you call 100 lawyers at the bottom of the ocean?

3. When are the Winter Olympic Games to be held in Vancouver (D/M/Y to D/M/Y)?

4. What is Bruce Willis’ real first name?

5. What is an anagram of the word WRESTLE?

Okay, be sure to follow the simple rules! The first person to correctly answer the questions wins a cool Canadian keychain. And, IF you tell me the name of my Granddog, I’ll even mail the keychain to you and give you a link from my PR 4 blog!

I am so happy to tell you I won 3rd place in the Answers.com Writing Challenge!

My prize is a couple of links back from Answers.com which has a Page Rank of 7. If that doesn’t sound like a huge deal to you and you wonder why I’m so excited, here’s the real prize: I just checked my ’stats’ and as of 9:48 PST I’ve had 88 visitors through Answers.com!!! And, lots of them have actually stayed on my site longer than 3 1/2 seconds. Woooohoooooooo, it’s exciting to have readers, and hopefully LOTS of comments!

Comments are King!

Charlotte from Army Mom knows how to win - don’t ever give up! She’s had plenty of military experience I think.

I was going to give her the prize of a really cool Canadian Maple Leaf key chain anyway - just for taking the time to enter my contest, but I had to make her work for it first. And she came through - what a good sport!

This first contest was too easy - especially for an army mom - so, I think I’ll have to sharpen my contest skills!